Real love is rich, pure, self-sacrificing. Falling in love with my best friend was the best thing to happen to me in years. It happened so slowly. I never expected it to happen. When I say falling in love with your best friend, I don’t mean romantic love. I knew I was in love with… Read More Falling in Love with your Best Friend
I don’t own a planner. I’m not one for having sticky notes all around my room full of reminders for the day, month and year. My phone alarms only go off in the morning or right after a nap, and my calendar is only full of birthdays rather than due dates and expectations. But what… Read More When You Make A Plan, God Laughs.
A few weeks ago, I was having a conversation with a friend of mine. She had reported that the boy that she cared about the most, her shining star, her future baby daddy, had decided to pass her up for another girl. A girl who we both knew was nowhere near my friend, who hadn’t… Read More You Are a Rolls-Royce Even If He Buys a Honda
How badly do you want a man? Do you want one so much that you’ll focus on yourself for him? Better yourself for yourself so that when he finally comes your way, he’s getting a complete package of a person? Are you willing to do the work and become the person that you want to… Read More Do You Want A Cookie?: The “Pick Me” Mindset
My writing has been affected by the fact that I have refused to allow myself to feel anything. I have been going through a phase where I feel that not feeling anything was better than feeling everything at once. So many different situations, experiences and moments had happened in my life that were worth a… Read More Breathe, and Let It Go.
I always wanted to be skinny. I never wanted curves, or to be bigger than the rest of my friend group. Ever since the days of changing clothes for P.E. in grade school, I had wished that I was slimmer. No stomach poking over my pants, no avoiding tops that made me look too mature… Read More Body Party: Why You Should Celebrate Yours
I’ve been trying to write a post for the past few days now. I’ve tried to get in the mood to do one, to force words to come out and onto my screen. I would write something, and then reread it only to find that it sounded forced. I could read myself trying to make… Read More So Anxious: The Waiting Games